The rush of the forest beneath his feet was brilliant, the constant rippling of hifur and how his feet almost never touched the ground, au did they touch thhe ground? As he ran no scent touched his nose but a sound reached his ear, a kit crying... Purplekit! Quickheart rushed twards the sound and found himself in a clearing big boulder in the middle, the golden cat with dim amber eyes sat atop the rock something in his palm. and Quickheart came closer he saw purple kit, sitting quietly at the edge of the rock, "The one who cannot see the world in front of him will see the path nyota clan has...